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The world, dear Agnes, is a strange affair.
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If you suppress grief too much, it can well redouble.
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Outside of Paris, there is no hope for the cultured.
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Long is the road from conception to completion.
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Of all the noises known to man, opera is the most expensive.
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There is no reward so delightful, no pleasure so exquisite, as having one's work known and acclaimed by those whose applause confers honor.
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In order to prove a friend to one's guests, frugality must reign in one's meals; and, according to an ancient saying, one must eat to live, not live to eat.
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Perfect reason flees all extremity, and leads one to be wise with sobriety.
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At least it's better to be married than to be dead.
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Deference and intimacy live far apart.
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The art of flatterers is to take advantage of the foibles of the great, to foster their errors, and never to give advice which may annoy.
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I prefer an interesting vice to a virtue that bores.
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I will not leave you until I have seen you hanged.
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When you model yourself on people, you should try to resemble their good sides.
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All is wholesome in the absence of excess.
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A husband is a plaster that cures all the ills of girlhood.
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Age brings about everything; but it is not the time, Madam, as we know, to be a prude at twenty.
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Nearly all men die of their medicines, not of their diseases.
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People don't mind being mean; but they never want to be ridiculous.
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Anyone may be an honorable man, and yet write verse badly.
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And knowing money is a root of evil, in Christian charity, he'd take away whatever things may hinder your salvation.
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No reason makes it right To shun accepted ways from stubborn spite; And we may better join the foolish crowd Than cling to wisdom, lonely though unbowed.
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It may cost me twenty thousand francs; but for twenty thousand francs, I will have the right to rail against the iniquity of humanity, and to devote to it my eternal hatred.
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Love is a great master. It teaches us to be what we never were.